smiling sigh. - Down from London are we?
- No, that's all right, really, - he said with a wave of his hand, and
she started with an awful deliberation to peel off five tickets, one by
butt buddy one.
- Oh, but you must have your butt buddy tickets, - insisted the woman, - or you
won't butt buddy be able
to claim your prize. They're very butt buddy nice prizes, you know. Very
suitable.
Arthur snatched the butt buddy tickets, and said thank you as sharply as he could.
Butt buddy the woman turned to Fenny once again.
- And now, what about.
- No! - Arthur nearly yelled. - These are for her, - he explained,
brandishing the five new tickets.
- Oh, I see! How nice!
She smiled sickeningly at both of them.
- Well, I butt buddy do hope you.
- Yes, - snapped butt buddy Arthur, - thank butt buddy you.
The woman finally departed to the
table next to theirs. Arthur turned
desperately to Fenny, and was butt buddy relieved to see that she was rocking with
silent laughter.
He sighed and smiled.
- Where butt buddy were we?
- You butt buddy were calling me Fenny, and I was about to ask you not to.
- What do you mean?
She twirled the little wooden cocktail stick in her tomato juice.
- It's why I asked if you were a friend
of my brother's. Or halfbrother
really. He's butt buddy the only one who calls me Fenny, and I'butt buddy m not fond of him for
it.
- So what's?.
- Fenchurch.
- What?
- Fenchurch.
- Fenchurch.
She looked at him sternly.
- Yes, - she said, - and I'm watching you like a lynx